"Mr. David, you were invited by the organizers and have successfully made it to the semifinals. Do you have any comnts on the upcoming matches?"
At the press conference, reporters took turns asking questions to David, who has reached the final four.
"Obviously, this is close to the goal I ntioned at the beginning. In my opinion, Huaxia's martial arts are just overly mystified by people. From the start of the tournant until I reached the semifinals, not a single opponent has been able to land a punch on . I'm afraid even if I make it to the finals, it will be an easy victory for . To be frank, Huaxia's martial arts are all show and no substance; it's disappointing."
Turning off the TV, Xiaofan tidied his clothes and left the hotel.
David's boasting has reached this point. Does he really have a chance to win against him with his own strength? Originally, maintaining the prestige of Huaxia martial arts had little to do with Xiaofan. He ca to participate in the tournant just to make money.
However, now, his desire for money is gradually fading. David's words are provoking Xiaofan, just as they are provoking all those Huaxia people who are following this tournant.
Xiaofan is not a hotheaded patriot, nor does he have the resolve to risk his life for his country, but when he hears outsiders belittling his country's martial arts, he feels displeased.
Of course, it's unnecessary to argue with him at a press conference. Only those with strong fists have the right to say such things. Therefore, to face him, Xiaofan must make it to the finals.
Because the draw has already determined that Xiaofan's semifinal opponent is the older Cyan Dragon. One match in the morning, followed by David's semifinal match in the afternoon.
In the center of the stadium, only one arena remains. The arena is much larger than before; Xiaofan hasn't asked how big it is exactly, but it feels like about seven or eight hundred square ters. Enough space for the competitors to show their skills freely.
"Didn't expect us to run into each other." The older Cyan Dragon smiled looking at Xiaofan.
"Yes, senior. Please go easy on ." Xiaofan said softly.
"You're too polite, kid. I'm afraid my old bones are enough to be ssed with by you." Cyan Dragon's words were sincere. Facing this formidable kid, he really had no confidence in winning at all.
"The match begins."
The fairness of the referees seems to be one of the highlights of this tournant. Who knows where the organizers found so many capable and authoritative referees.
Xiaofan moved, as in the past, charging imdiately as the match began to seize the initiative.
Cyan Dragon squinted his eyes slightly, striking a pose, waiting for Xiaofan's attack to reach him.
Countering motion with stillness, a very experienced martial artist indeed.
Xiaofan exerted three-tenths of his strength, probing the elder's might. Before understanding the opponent, he would never act impulsively.
The older Cyan Dragon seemingly saw through Xiaofan's intent, suddenly moved, and caught one of Xiaofan's arms, flinging him away.
'Huh.'
Xiaofan suddenly felt weightless, he was flying. What was that move just now? Could it be the legendary Tai Chi? Four Catty Move Thousand Pounds?
His own force was completely neutralized by the opponent, and then he inexplicably went flying.
No ti to think more, Xiaofan perford a backflip as he landed, stabilizing himself on the ground. It was just an ordinary throw with no offensive effect.
However, just as Xiaofan stabilized, the older Cyan Dragon suddenly appeared before him.
Yes, it was so sudden, without any warning. Xiaofan was shocked, instinctively covering his chest with his hands. Monts ago, he was thrown seven or eight ters, right? As soon as he touched the ground, the opponent caught up? How fast!
'Bang. Bang, bang, bang...'
So fast. His punches were so heavy. His eyes could hardly keep up. Such terrifying explosive power coming from an old gentleman.
Xiaofan was backing away while blocking, unable to counterattack right from the start.
"Hah." Suddenly, Cyan Dragon let out a low shout, delivering a heavy chop towards Xiaofan's forehead.
In this mont of danger, Xiaofan's body suddenly fell back, lifting his foot from below kicking towards Cyan Dragon's inclined belly.
This kick lacked power, but it was enough for Xiaofan to put so distance between himself and Cyan Dragon.
With a quick roll, Xiaofan successfully escaped Cyan Dragon's attack range.
"Smart kid, but... huh?" Originally, Cyan Dragon intended to continue the aggressive pursuit. But just as Xiaofan stabilized himself again, his body suddenly moved to the left, then abruptly rushed towards him.
'Bang.'
The situation almost reversed, this ti it was Xiaofan launching a ferocious attack on Cyan Dragon, forcing him to retreat step by step. However, after only a few steps back, Cyan Dragon again suddenly grabbed Xiaofan, flinging him away before quickly catching up.
Again the sa move, Xiaofan was flung once more, still inexplicably. However, this ti upon landing, Xiaofan quickly dodged Cyan Dragon's frontal attack.
"Oops, I forgot this kid knows Ghost Shadow Step." Missing his target, Cyan Dragon couldn't help but chuckle bitterly, adapting his body technique to match Xiaofan's practiced Ghost Shadow Step.
"Hmm?" Xiaofan was surprised that his usually reliable speed was overtaken by the opponent. Indeed a master.
"Heh, back in the day, I was run around in circles by Ghost Shadow Step. Fortunately, over the years I've developed a technique to catch up with it, otherwise, no way could I handle you today." After catching up, Cyan Dragon was about to grab Xiaofan, only to find a heavy punch coming his way.
Xiaofan's reaction was extrely fast. He devised a tactic as soon as he realized he was about to be caught.
"Quick reaction. However..."
What the heck. Xiaofan was flung into the air for the third ti and then dropped straight down. What kind of technique did the old man use to render him helpless?
At this point, Xiaofan was in a predicant. His newly learned Ghost Shadow Step wasn't fast enough, and his attack was below. Now what?
"Swallow's... Counterattack."
"What?"
Suddenly, Xiaofan bellowed, performing a highly difficult maneuver in the air, rushing towards the elder in reverse direction.
"Pfft." Li San, sitting in the stadium eating instant noodles, sprayed out his noodles upon seeing Xiaofan's secret technique: "Holy crap. Is this for real?"
'Bang.'
Cyan Dragon was caught completely unprepared, getting blasted back several steps by Xiaofan. Clutching his chest, Cyan Dragon shook his head with a wry smile and remarked to Xiaofan, "You've even learned the Swallow's Counterattack."
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